His words hit her like a physical blow. The truth in them stung, not because they were harsh, but because they reflected a reality she knew all too well. She had chosen this life, a life where threats lurked in every shadow, and safety was an illusion.
She took a deep breath, steadying herself. "You're right," she admitted, her voice softer but no less firm. "But that doesn't mean I appreciate being used as bait."
Alessandro's expression softened slightly. "You weren't bait, Amara. You were my partner in this. I needed someone I could trust, someone who could handle themselves. And you did, brilliantly."
His words were a strange mix of compliment and justification, and Amara found herself caught between irritation and reluctant acceptance.
"Next time," she said, her voice firm, "Give m
